Therapy.
This is my second story on Lit, my first being a dream I had, this one being a fantasy I am currently thrilled to be having in my mind. Sharing with everyone here simply because it makes me happy.
Ah, therapy, something of a love hate thing for me. See I have been through some pretty bad stuff and it was suggested that even now that my life has done a happy 180, I really should talk to someone about things. So, with the support of my new family, I tried a therapist but hated the cold clinical vide I got from her. So, after a little searching we found another. Apparently its hard to find a ptsd counselor for teens/young adults. Well after three sessions with Victoria, Vicky, Vic, I am opening up. But I am also enjoying a bit of fantasizing about her. She is in her late twenties, pretty, reminds me of Allison Hannigan. I am just totally crushing on her voice, and her expressions, how she listens, the questions she asks, oh, and her attire. She always crushes her outfit. So, enjoy my little fantasy about her and I.
Brandi sat nervously rubbing her soft hands as she waited to meet her new therapist. Her first one was horrible and the eighteen-year-old didn't have the patience to go through this again if this one didn't work out. A door opened and a very cute woman glanced around the small waiting room. "Brandi?' Her eyes locking onto Brandi's as she smiled. "Nice to meet you, come on in."
Brandi had only become sexually active recently, her gf and her had made it almost three weeks before succumbing to the lustful love they had felt for each other. Now Brandi's mind had started to open up, her eyes wandering, watching people, mostly women who she found appealing. "I'm Victoria, but you can also call me Vicky or Vic, I like any of them."
She held out a small soft hand which Brandi shook. "I'm Brandi, obviously. Nice to meet you." Brandi could smell Vicky's perfume and it instantly had her hooked, mesmerizing her with its lovely scent.
Vicky offered Brandi her choice of seats, numerous comfortable looking chairs or a couch, which she chose. Brandi took in her new therapist. The off-white cotton blouse didn't hide her brown lace bra, that matched her flowing brown skirt. The brown leather boots made Brandi stare a little too long. For the next hour Brandi opened her heart and soul to Victoria, who asked questions, and took notes. Brandi absorbed the women's scent and appearance the entire time, feeling her young body responding just like a normal teen who had only just recently discovered the joys that sex could bring. That evening in the shower she masturbated. Stepping under the hot water Brandi wasted no time with one hand slipping down her own belly to her throbbing swollen pussy, where she gave it a few rubs before one finger slipped inside. She loved how it felt, her inner walls gripping at her finger, how perfect it seemed. Soon she ended up on the shower floor, her back arched as she rubbed her hot pussy and stiff clit to the memory of Vicky, her orgasm shaking her to her core.
Brandi didn't fixate on her therapist for the following week but when it came time for her appointment, she did make sure she had on some simple makeup and perfume, as well as a bit more of a mature outfit. Real slacks, a nice blouse and then her hair in a lovely braid, which turned out to be ironic because Victoria had her hair in a similar braid. This time she was wearing a lovely summer dress that hugged her figure and caught Brandi's eye instantly. Her smooth legs looked so touchable and her painted toes finished both the look and Brandi as she and her gf enjoyed toes. The session brought up sex, and sexuality which Brandi blushed over. Her rape was a very intense subject but quickly over shadowed by her most current experience with her girlfriend. "So do you consider yourself gay? a Lesbian?" Vicky asked Brandi, a curious note in her voice.